Report by Iain Macleod
As a much misquoted Chinese philosopher once said…
“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
True, unless you’re on a MGCC Caledonian Centre run – when it starts with a bacon or sausage roll!
The June run started at the Kelpies near Falkirk. Arriving early, we had a chance to walk round the 30m high sculptures and admire their design and construction. But enough of fine Scottish landmarks, where’s my roll?
Emerging from the visitors centre into glorious June sunshine, we headed off towards Fife. It was with great excitement that we passed through Forestmill, which is apparently famous as the birth place of one Jim Greenhill (who?). Alas, after a thorough search of both buildings in the sprawling metropolis of Forestmill, David Reid was unable to locate the plaque indicating the precise location.
Shortly after, we entered Fife. Then shortly after that, we left Fife!! This was officially my shortest visit to Fife.
Heading through Cleish, we wound our way towards Path of Condie and Dunning passing by the monument to Maggie the Witch (sounds familiar?). Poor Maggie was one of over 4,000 women executed in Scotland for witchcraft and not voting correctly in the EU Referendum.
Having thoroughly digested my Kelpie roll, it was perfect timing for lunch in Auchterarder. There must be numerous very hungry people in Auchterarder as every second building was a café , chipper, restaurant or hotel. Margaret and I settled on Kisa Café on the main street and were joined by Barclay and Alison Henderson for a light snack and a Mango Tango. I ordered soup, a sandwich, a jacket, two hats, a hoodie and a T shirt.
That’s the last time I have lunch with Barclay.
We left Kisa Café and stepped into winter. The sun had obviously been too hot and melted the sky as it rained for the remainder of the run. Heading west towards Muthill, we looped back round towards Braco on our way to Lennoxtown via the Crow Road. Unfortunately, the Scottish mist closed in and the view was restricted to the inside of the windscreen.
It had been minutes since we last had a bite to eat so it was with great delight that we pulled up at the Glazert Hotel for our tea and scones. The hotel appeared to have been expecting an MG bus trip and had slightly over supplied the said tea and scones. Undaunted, David Reid calculated that we would have to see off around half a dozen each and set about his task with great gusto.
Suitably topped up, we headed home, hopefully just in time for supper!
Well done Jim and Lorna on a fantastic days driving and eating….mostly eating. Now I’ve done the report so can you settle my account with Barclay as agreed?